Charlie Harman

Charlie Harman Oct 2023

Muffins

Today, I was asked
to write about muffins.
By a student, no less,
and believe me, I'm chuffed in
all the ways that mean
somethin'.

So, I've sat down today
with a few things to say
about muffins and scones
and pastries and dough; nuts!

Neglecting to mention
the unthinkable tension
between muffins and cupcakes
is a cardinal sin and, therein,
the most colossal of any possible mistakes
I could maybe be making.

Perhaps, I ought to panic less
and start my pitch with less proverbial
pastry making patisserie poems.

Perhaps.

Lil gooby poem about muffins that a student asked me to write lol.

I can't tell if the last stanza should stay in there (not the single "perhaps" but the "Perhaps, I ought") But I'm going to leave it for now.

Charlie Harman Oct 2023

One, Two, Jump!

One Mississippi-
Two Mississippi-
And three, of course,
but we never made it
to three, no,
not you and me.

Cracked concrete
cobbled together
by quatrains of
soil, love, water,
and rock-

Not of the ages,
but certainly of
this year, although,
who really keeps
count?

Back to the
cemented beliefs
and stone streets
that we came up
on. Take a step, a
jump, on one, on two;
you're free.

Charlie Harman Sep 2023

Invisibly You.

Along thine path
grow flowers; shapes
and sizes abound,
but nothing could
compare to all
the things you've
found

along the way-
Egregious liar
born-again friar
that woman briar
all to the ire
of your mother.

Thus I admire
this walked path
of contest and
clashing, both of
the asomatous and true;
incorporated incorporeal-
ism, what else could you
possibly do?

Charlie Harman Sep 2023

Thursday's Heartbreak is Friday's Heartache

-Thursday

if defining something
intangible
is easy; because definitions
hardly change, only meaning-
then why is holding on to love
so difficult
through all of the things we are
experiencing?

-Friday

~time can heal all
wounds, they've said,
always this was true.
but nothing could have prepared me
for all my dealings with you.~

Charlie Harman Sep 2023

Loves-pun

Love's quite punny
truly.
All those funny lines
configured-
I love you:
(insert pun here).

But our love must
have missed the memo.

The closest to a pun
you ever got, was when
you spun my love into
the rope I hung
myself with.

F**k you.

*Figuratively Speaking*

Charlie Harman Sep 2023

Sleep on the Floor

12:07 A.M.
~It's a new day
...
~What's that brought us?
...
~No answer?
...
~Fine.

I sleep on the floor
in a wreck of
my own filth;
self-loathing and
fearful of the way
the sun rises
over the horizon,
even
on days like today.

Charlie Harman Sep 2023

Snakeskin Baggage

Knotted roots tangle
violently
amongst the earth.

Slicing winds howl
thunderously
through the barren boughs.

Consequently;
my body decays against
the onslaught.

My bones rattle-
and creak,
My hands tremble
and quake,
My mind fades...

Down

Down-

He's always been a gambler-
~A snake-tongued dream eater~
whose sermon preached of
biting bullets and taking as
many names as might fit
in his oversized
extra large
hoodie.
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Y'all like my lil snake tho?